You were ethereal to her.

Clarisse sits on your bed and watches as you kneel in front of your mini-altar, a Bible and a few statues laid out, prayer candles flickering. You mutter your prayers, rosary in hand. Your almost done, she’s done this about a million times. She was supposed to only be your guardian angel.

Clarisse bites her lip as her looks at you- tears brimming your pretty little eyes, cheeks and nose painted slightly red, she can feel your pain. Oh, how she loves your pain.